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Now that the dust has settled, is this the greatest comic novel of all time?

Is this is modern day Tristam Shandy?

One question: who wrote the end chapter- norm or the ghost writer? After the ghost writer is murdered in the second last chapter, his manuscript for the last chapter of the book flies away. So how did Norm find it and get it published?

>> No.9342137

>>9342053
I swear I've seen this posted more than once before. Is this a meme, or are you being serious?

>> No.9342170

>>9342137
norm is to 4chan what louis ck is to reddit

>> No.9342183

>>9342137
It's not a meme, it's the best novel of 2016, and probably the funniest book I've ever read. But I don't understand the plot progression very well.

>> No.9342213

>>9342170
Did you understand near the end as the narrators converge which parts were supposed to have been written by Norm and which parts were from the ghostwriter?

>> No.9342219
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9342219

>>9342137
Norm is great. Probably /lit/'s favorite comedian.

>> No.9342223

I heard it's pretty funny. I've been wanting to read it ever since Klaven talked about it on his show but I never got around to it.

>> No.9342251

>Things were changing fast for me. The night of my eighth birthday was a night like any other: I was sitting, listening to the men, when Angus Macgregor started talking about the war. I could tell Angus had uncorked the jug early that day. He looked drunk as a boiled owl, and his story didn’t make much sense. He said how much he hated the Krauts and that he had once shot a surrendering soldier in the back, and he told us he wasn’t sorry for it neither. None of the men said anything for a while after that, and finally my father broke the silence. “I’ll get us another round of beers.” When I looked over at Old Jack, there was a tear in his eye. I’d never seen that before—a tear in a man’s eye. He got up and quietly left the house and I chased after him. When I found him he was sitting under the blighted maple tree.

>“You sad, Old Jack? You thinking about the war?” I asked.

>Old Jack just sat still for the longest time, like I wasn’t even there. It was like he couldn’t hear or see me. Like he was hearing and seeing different things. So I just stood there, and after a good long time, Old Jack looked up and seemed surprised that I was in front of him.

>“Well, hello, Sprite,” he said. “What’s the matter? You look kinda down.”

>“I just didn’t like Angus Macgregor’s story, that’s all.”

>“Say, Sprite, I know what’ll lift your spirits. I know the very thing. How would you like to see a trained squirrel?”

>I was very excited. “But you said you could never show him to me, Old Jack.”

>“I haven’t got the money to get you a true birthday present, Sprite. This’ll have to do.” So we walked down the lane together, toward the north forty. The beneficent moon hung low and shone bright, leading us to the shed. When we arrived there, I was so excited I couldn’t wait; I pushed the door open wide and rushed inside, looking for that squirrel, but I couldn’t find him. I realized my mistake—that he’d only come out for Old Jack—so I glanced back at the open door, where Old Jack stood, but his back was to me now and it was blocking out the light of the moon. I suddenly remembered that I’d read somewhere how the light of the moon was just an illusion and the moon was only a cold, cold stone. I watched Old Jack look from side to side before he turned his gaze on me, and his eyes flashed black like the wing of a crow. He closed the door and the inside of the shed went black. Then I heard the bolt.

>I forget what happened next.

>> No.9342272

Is he the "new sincerity" comic?

>> No.9342282

>ywn have fried bread and molasses with norm at whiskey pete's

>> No.9342352

This is the first one where I consider going for the audiobook because he reads it himself.

>> No.9342359

>>9342272
I don't know if you can classify it as sincere or insincere. I think he was basically doing a Don Quixote Part 2 version of typical celebrity biopics in order to tell a story about a guy coming to terms with his won irrelevancy.

Norm is Don, Adam is Sancho.

The ghost writer is Cervantes's commentary on the "fake" sequels" to the first part of the novel.

>> No.9342373

>>9342272
No he is a top tier example of post-irony.

>> No.9342375

>>9342170
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QX1SojKfgNI

>> No.9342580

>>9342375
https://youtu.be/LQEqbTWa0Aw?t=71

>> No.9343647

>>9342373
he would dispute this - he refuses to be called an anti-comic, because he thinks if something makes people laugh then its not anti-comedy it's just comedy. He tells joke that used to be funny in an older context and reinvigorates them for the newerThat sounds pretty new-sincere to me.

>> No.9344873

norm is the perfect /lit/ comic because he's a shut-in and all he does is read russian lit, masturbate, and piss in bottles